Dogonit!

Well…the kids out-played, out-lasted and won.  We finally gave in and got a puppy.  After thinking of every possible excuse and managing to put it off for at least 5 years we knew the battle was over.  We now welcome a new member of our family who is adorable to say the least, but is sure to cause some mischief! If Emme’s Feline Goddess is any indication, I am in for a real treat.

Here’s how we managed to stall the kids for so long-and how they were ultimately victorious:

1st We told them we could not ever have a dog because some of our family members have allergies.

This lasted for at least a year until they became more outgoing and confident to talk to other people on outings.  Like any kids, they love to pet dogs at the park.  When they started making conversation they would ask dog owners what kind of dogs they had.  One day someone said they had a hypoallergenic dog. “What does that mean?” they asked, “It means this dog is good for people who have allergies.”, the owner replied, thus lighting up our kids’ eyes and moving us onto our second strategy.

2nd We made it clear that hypoallergenic dogs cost a lot of money and it wasn’t something we could afford.

Over the course of the next two years the kids saved all the money they got for birthdays and holidays.  My husband and I just thought they hadn’t found anything they wanted to buy yet and were perhaps saving up for an X-Box or something like that.  Imagine our surprise when they came to us and said they had saved $1000.00!  When they asked us where they could go to buy the dog and how soon could we do it, we had to think fast.

3rd We were renting our house and told them the owner did not allow pets in her house.

This made them angry, but they understood and went to get guinnea pigs instead.  Needless to say, the squirmy poop-a-lot pigs did not fulfill their need.  We then became the family who would take other people’s dogs for walks and pet-sit if they went out of town.  Our kids would disappear at house parties and we would find them sitting with the dogs.  We bought them an ultimate care guide book about dogs and told them they would have to read the whole thing.  Sticking true to their quest, they did everything asked and behaved very responsibly.

Their big win came when we told them we were moving.  The very first words they both screamed were “NOW…we get the dog!”  Believe it or not, we still managed to hold them off a while by explaining that we needed to be completely settled in our new house with all of the unpacking done.  After what must have felt like a very torturous 5 years for the kids, they arrived home one evening to see their new best friend sitting at the door with a big doggy smile.  A grand victory indeed!

OK, she is pretty cute!

Launching Rescue Mission for My Two-Legger

As a goddess who treads this earth but is in no way limited to it, I am ruled by no earthly power – the very idea of such a circumstance is worthy of my most withering look. I especially disdain that meager contraption that elicits such fear and trepidation from my two-legger: what they call “the clock”. One glance at this piddling trifle sends my two-legger into a blogging frenzy, leaving me – ethereal goddess of immaculate perfection – short on my daily offerings of love and libations of exotic liqueurs. As you know, I am partial to the cool sweet milky stuff, but no sign of it for days! The priorities of bi-pedals go so easily awry.

A Withering Look From a Feline is a Force to be Reckoned With - Photo by Eva

I will not stand the denial my rightful shower of love by that unimpressive pseudo-deity they call “the clock”. At its unspoken command, my two-legger appears to be engaging in a face-off with the blogger machine. As her sole proprietor and role model, I believe the task to detach her inferior claws from the clickety-clack at the blogger falls upon my sleek and lustrous shoulders. She must be reminded, yet again, of her duties to me, and that there are now sunny spots aplenty to cuddle me in.

I will make this two-legger led astray an offer she cannot refuse. I will station myself in all my feline glory in front of her blogger screen and pontificate at length about the evils of not preening oneself many times a day. My divine apparition will demonstrate all she is missing by ignoring me. I would not invest in the education of most two-leggers. Between daily preens and sleeps there are only so many hours in a day for such philanthropy; I must admit, however, a minor chink in my goddessy armour: I do have a soft spot for this one.

Cat Fights, Love Letters & a Winter Date Write Off

Okay after some hissing, yowling, spitting, and scratching we have come to a compromise.

Meow – FFR here.

Hey Fuzzy ….ouch ….okay Fab Feline Royale it is then – just don’t swat my writing hands, these are what pay for your top of the market, gourmet kitty chow.  Okay everyone, ‘FFR’ wants you to know that all the hissing, yowling, spitting and scratching came from Kittyn, who apparently is having issues about being told she is no longer the top cat in these parts. My official statement, however, is one of gushing pride that my fuzzy, little child is so brilliant as to learn how to type and write English. OUCH…. okay, okay ‘FFR’, I will stop gushing, but there is NO WAY I am referring to you as the Master.

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Definitely Reminiscent of Kittyn & FFR earlier
Photo by Audrey M

So we digress, our compromise, post cat fight from the two divas – is that it is now ‘Love Letter to the gals & Goddes… OUCH…..Okay ….’Love Letters to the Goddess & gals‘ …. and NO ‘FFR’, I am NOT putting ‘& gals’ in brackets.

To encourage you cats to write us cats loads of Valentines, we have a new contest announcement.  Cypress Mountain has given us four passes for the Chocolate Fondue Snowshoe Tour. Thanks Cypress! Apparently Lola & ‘FFR’ don’t do snow, so Kittyn & I are giving away two dates to two lucky Vancouverites to join us this coming Saturday night – February 7th.  Yes – apparently this is the only way we can get dates, we’re not dwelling on that though.

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Hollyburn Lodge on Cypress Mountain

Photo by Todd Farrell

Heres how to win.  Write a love letter to any of us …..OUCH….. NO I am not saying to the Goddess – your not even coming on the date .. thats to any of us – the Goddess (see I mentioned you first). Kittyn, Lola or myself by Thursday noon.  We will then select our two favorite love letters to accompany us on the date.  We’ll announce this by midnight Thursday.

Send your love letters to: goddess@sexyinvancity.com, kittyn@sexyinvancity.com, lola@sexyinvancity.com or emme@sexyinvancity.com and we will post them. Alternatively you can send them via twitter, facebook or flickr (yes that means carefully selected photos will be considered love letters too).

Oh and ladies – you’re eligible too.  A Dose of Lunacy? Madame Strutt? Canadian Coal Girl?  You know you sexy things are just dying to go on a date with me – so get writing.

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Snowshoeing at Cypress Mountain
Photo by Jordan Dawe

In case, you’re curious here are the details on the date you’d win:

What: Chocolate Fondue Snowshoe Tour at Cypress Mountain with Kittyn & Emme

When: Saturday February 7th, 2009 from 6:30 – 9:30 pm

Where: Cypress Mountain

From the Cypress Website: Experience a 1.5 hr snowshoe through the woods and glades of Hollyburn Plateau on your way to the warming hut.  First we’ll warm up from the inside with a mug of steaming hot chocolate or spiced apple cider.  Then enjoy a dessert of chocolate fondue with a variety of fruits and angel food cake; surrounded by romantic candle-light and soaking up the heat of a traditional wood-burning stove.